After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin entered the confinement center, disinfected it, and put on the clothes of the confinement center. Her long hair was casually grabbed by her left hand, she turned her right hand a few times, inserted a pen, and tied it up.

There is not a trace of long hair left in the perfect body. Lin Yu’s starry eyes look like this, so handsome!

I want to get into those hands with my real name.

The wind moaning with her hair pulled up was a little more gentle and less sharp.The three people behind were also put on protective suits and followed behind to take a look.

"Wow——Wow——er——"

"Please stop crying, what do you want!"

"Don't worry, I'll hold her and coax her. It'll be okay. Don't worry."

There was a somewhat broken woman pleading, and the other was a comforting sound.

The baby's cries were mixed in, and gradually became the main theme, dominating the emotions of the people in the room.

The supervisor with a voice in the wind knocked gently on the door and asked if he needed help.

The confinement sister-in-law, who was holding the child, looked at her as if she were seeing a relative, and said to the supervisor with a plea for help: "Sister Li, please try to coax her."

Sister Li looked at her gold medal confinement nanny and instantly understood that this was a child who was not easy to coax.

Normally, it is best to take care of babies during confinement, as they sleep most of the time.

"I'll give you a hug."

Sister Li disinfected the baby first, then held the baby in her arms, coaxing her with babbling sounds, walking rhythmically, and swaying slightly.

"Wow——"

The child's cry gave the answer, it was not good to coax.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you have a doctor?"

The mother who was in confinement bed had red eyes and was anxious to get out of bed.

"I'll try."

Feng Yin spoke, still disinfecting first.

Sister Li really had no choice but to give the child to Feng Yin with the attitude of giving it a try.

"Be careful."

"rest assured."

Amidst Sister Li's worries, Feng Yin hugged the child, patted it gently with one hand, and hummed an unknown tune with a soft voice.Soft and warm, it feels like you are wandering in a hot spring. Your eyelids feel a little heavy and you want to sleep.

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head suddenly, looking at the people in the room who felt a little confused, but he soon woke up.

The first time he woke up, he looked at Feng Yin, with one sentence written in his eyes: She is so amazing.

The baby gradually stopped crying, his little mouth murmured, and his eyes gradually closed.

The whole room fell silent for a second, and his breathing became softer subconsciously.

Feng Yin carried the child to the crib. When he put it down, he touched the child's bedding with one hand, but the child did not put it down.

She continued to hold the child, looked at Sister Li and asked, "Is there surveillance in this house?"

"It's not available in the maternity house. It's available in other places. What's wrong?"

Feng Yin carried the child and walked to the child's mother and placed the child next to her.

"Is the quilt your own?"

The child's mother was still immersed in the joy that her child finally fell asleep, and she nodded casually and said yes.

"There are needles in the quilt."

"impossible!"

The child's father exclaimed, and the child's mother couldn't believe it. How could it be possible?

But the next second, both of them looked at Yuesao suspiciously.

The confinement sister-in-law immediately waved her hands and shook her head crazily.

"It's not me. I've been working here for many years. How could I do such a thing? Besides, you brought this quilt yesterday and you just changed it this morning."

The confinement sister-in-law had something to say, and the child's father walked over first, sliding one hand back and forth on the quilt.

"hiss--"

There really are needles!

The sharp tingling sensation made the child's father fall into the ice cave.

This quilt was made by his mother herself.